Yesterday was just one of the tough days in life. Not the “tough” that everything goes wrong
and nothing goes right, but just a few things don’t go as expected and you
become down. I know my “up” meter is
below average anyway as the one year anniversary of my son, Byron’s, death
approaches next week. So it is during
times like this I remember to look for the good in each day expecting the hard
times to be present.
Two days ago Byron’s best friend, Pete, responded to a text
of mine. This was the first time we had
heard from Pete in almost a year. Over
the last year I have randomly sent Pete texts and called him and left voice
mails just to see how he is doing but with no response. Since we are coming up on the anniversary
date I thought Pete might be struggling as we are, so I sent him a text to tell
him we were thinking of him.
He responded and apologized for “disappearing” and asked for
forgiveness. As I responded to him, if
there is one thing I have learned on this journey of grief, that is that no two
people grieve the same way and there is no right or wrong way to grieve. Just as we are as individual as snow flakes
are individual, so is our grieving unique.
Therefore there is nothing to forgive.
It was just great hearing from him again after all these months.
So why should I let a 3 hour wait at 2 different Departments
of Motor Vehicle and a defective SIM card for my new phone and no phone service
for a week overshadow reconnecting with Byron’s best friend? I should not.
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